I loved this crazy soul like a brother. He’s been gone since March of this waning year, but he’s very alive in my electro-chemical stew! Like other of my friends at the time, he wrote the poetry he did because I thrust a partial book of handwritten poetry in his and and said “Write in this”. I was always forcing everyone to express their cre8tivity! My muse was a real evangelic zealot. I wrote a eulogy for Rett when I heard of his sudden passing. Here’s the link: